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July, 2011

  1. Sushi In Scranton

    July 31, 2011 by Gail

    house specialty rolls

    house specialty rolls

    I spent most of Sunday visiting my mother-in-law, who’s nearly 80, but in the middle of it I took a friend out for a birthday dinner. When she told me her cuisine wish — sushi — I was totally enthusiastic, but this is Scranton, not a sushi mecca like Vancouver. When I lived here before, there was only one sushi restaurant and it wasn’t anything to get excited over. Since then, Scranton has slowly grown its share of sushi restaurants and my friend has been tracking them all. She brought me to a good one a few years ago, but it was closed on Sundays, along with her favourite. So we ended up at this place, which exceeded my expectations for selection, taste, and presentation.

    I shot a few photos, which got the staff wondering if I was a food critic… (aren’t we all?)

    the presentation was impressive

    the presentation was impressive -- an orchid!

    using a candle to light the sushi

    using a candle to light the sushi

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  2. The 4.5 Hour Detour

    July 30, 2011 by Gail

    Port Dover, Ontario

    I think those palm trees are lost.

    I’m now in northeastern Pennsylvania, in the town where I lived before moving to Toronto. I’ve been driving back and forth for over five years now, and I’ve made the journey so many times I think the car can drive itself. It takes me 1hr 15mins or so to reach the Rainbow Bridge/Niagara Falls border, I’m in Rochester an hour and a quarter later, then Syracuse another hour later, Binghamton one hour after that, then one hour later I’m in Lackawanna County, Pennsylvania.

    Except today. The QEW was a parking lot by the time I reached Burlington, and that’s when I heard on CBC radio that an accident had closed down the Skybridge to Niagara Falls and it would be closed for the rest of the day. Ouch. The car was an oven and making me sleepy, so I did the one thing that would keep me awake and cooled off: detour south and hit the back roads along the shores of Lake Erie. When it’s this hot it’s always better by the water, and I could discover some new places at the same time.

    Like Port Dover. I’d heard about it, but I had no idea it would be this popular.

    http://www.portdover.ca/

    Port Dover, Ontario

    Port Dover

    Wow, you’d think this was the Riviera or something.

    Motorcyclists love Port Dover — there’s a Harley Davidson shop in a rather prominent location and there’s a Friday the 13th tradition of bikers gathering. That’s about all I knew about Port Dover, only because a friend of mine made a photography book of the Friday the 13th biker rallies.

    Off the beach, Port Dover has its own museum and picturesque marinas. I’ll definitely be back when there are fewer people grilling themselves on the beach and it’s not a million degrees.

    Port Dover, Ontario

    summertime in Port Dover

    sightseeing ship, Port Dover

    sightseeing ship in Port Dover

    Lake Erie

    Lake Erie

    Between Port Dover and Port Colborne and Fort Erie, the scenery was more like this:

    near Jarvis, Ontario

    near Jarvis, Ontario

    near Jarvis, Ontario

    near Jarvis, Ontario

    I almost ran out of gas because the fuel stations were either not easy to find along the last stretch of Highway 3, or they were out of cheap gas, or there was something wrong with the pumps. It was a little touch-and-go there for a while — I think I was running on fumes when I finally got to a station.

    By the time I reached the Peace Bridge border crossing in Buffalo, SIX HOURS had passed since I left home when it takes ordinarily just over an hour. Then I drove another 4.5 hours, which was easier than the previous six. And my left arm is a whole shade darker than my right from the sun beating through my window!

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  3. Because I Forgot My Memory Card Again

    July 29, 2011 by Gail

    on the Bathurst Street Bridge

    on the Bathurst Street Bridge

    With all the stuff that I carry back and forth from my house to The Firm in my backpack, I’m bound to forget something — one day it’s shoes, the next week it’s socks, another day it’s headphones, but the one thing that drives me bananas is when I take out the point-and-shoot and there’s no card! Argh!

    And is this not the most 21st-century statement? “I forgot my memory card!”

    20 years ago if I said I’d left my memory card back in the reader, I’d be met with blank stares. This digital world we live in now has a whole new language. But think of how absurd it is to say one forgot a memory card, anyway — wouldn’t it stand to reason that a card of memory won’t let you forget it in the first place???

    I think I need some sleep.

    I’m hitting the road again in the early hours (if I can wake up, that is), but I leave you with a poor little raccoon getting blinded by my phone’s lame flash as it climbs a tree in front of my house to escape from me.

    alien raccoon!

    alien raccoon!

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  4. An Evening With A Lion

    July 29, 2011 by Gail

    Roy Thomson Hall

    Roy Thomson Hall

    I took a bit of a detour this evening after work, to Chinatown to meet up with a lion.

    Queen Street near Spadina Ave

    Queen Street near Spadina Ave

    A lion? Yes, we were meeting at my favourite Vietnamese restaurant, Xe Lua, on Spadina Avenue. After dinner, I brought him to Dundas Square.

    Dundas Street near Yonge

    Dundas Street near Yonge

    Yonge-Dundas Square:

    There were lots of people at Yonge-Dundas Square, and to my surprise they kept the fountains running.

    Yonge-Dundas Square

    Yonge-Dundas Square

    Yonge-Dundas Square

    Yonge-Dundas Square

    In the end, I never did get a photo of the lion — dang! His name is Maurice, he’s even got a web page. He’s a stuffed lion puppet who travels with a human named Bret Amazzeing. They travelled from the New York area together to visit Toronto for a week.

    with Bret Amazzeing at Yonge-Dundas Square

    with Bret Amazzeing at Yonge-Dundas Square

    Bret got in touch with me nearly a year ago, but his original trip to Toronto fell through and since that time he and his sidekick Maurice toured India, Australia, Hong Kong, and a few other places, entertaining children and racking up the air mileage. With WeShareSmiles.com, he’s also toured Sierra Leone, Jamaica, Poland, and Mexico, taking his unique combination of puppetry and magic beyond the English-speaking world.

    Fast forward to Thursday evening, trying pho for the first time and a grass jelly drink as I introduce him to Vietnamese food in Toronto, his first time here. We swapped a lot of stories, not just of travel but life in general. Bret’s a decade younger than me, but he’s an entrepreneur with a few companies under his belt, a magician, puppeteer, photographer, videographer, and all-around entertainer. He’s full of stories, and full of verve. People talk to him wherever he goes. It made for an entertaining Thursday evening!

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  5. 9th Blogiversary!

    July 28, 2011 by Gail

    by the numbers

    by the numbers

    Hey, the blog is nine! Happy Birthday, blog! Like the consummate nerd that I am, I’m posting my blog by the numbers. The biggest year for posts was 2006 — not entirely surprising — and the month with the most posts was September 2008. Why, I’m not entirely sure. I know I did a heckuva lot of travelling in 2008 and shot my first weddings in September and October, but apart from that, how did I find time to write 69 posts in 30 days??

    This is post #4,043. Hard to believe I’ve been writing for this long.

    I’m also not very articulate at four in the morning, so for now (until I add more text, anyway), let’s have some cake!

    he loves cake

    need a bigger mouth for all this cake

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  6. The Mother Of All Bikes

    July 27, 2011 by Gail

    The Mother of All Bikes!

    I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked across the street.

    I walked home on Monday, but forgot my point-and-shoot digicam. Yesterday I had errands and meetings after work, so I drove. Today I finally remembered to pack the Canon A520, and look what I spotted 10 minutes from my house! This is a bike, but it’s more like a FLOAT!

    bells & whistles!

    bells & whistles!

    how do you lock this bike??

    how do you lock this bike??

    ah, I see the locks now...

    ah, I see the locks now...

    a note someone taped to the bike

    a note someone taped to the bike

    incredible!

    incredible!

    built-in drums!

    built-in drums!

    I suppose parking can be a challenge

    I suppose parking can be a challenge

    the bike makes the cute Amico's Pizza Fiat delivery car look a bit ordinary

    the bike makes the cute Amico's Pizza Fiat delivery car look a bit ordinary

    I did take other photos on my walk, but the bike was really the highlight. The rest seemed a little mundane compared to this magnificent bike.

    now THAT'S a tire

    now THAT'S a tire

    Union Station

    Union Station

    Union Station

    Union Station

    CNE grounds

    CNE grounds

    rush hour along the Gardiner Expressway

    rush hour along the Gardiner Expressway

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  7. Daydreaming Of Fire Island

    July 26, 2011 by Gail

    Fire Island, New York

    fishing off Fire Island, New York

    I can always tell when my brain is tired and in need of an escape when I dig through archived catalogues of photos to upload new ones from previous trips. This one’s from Fire Island 2009, which has the least amount of photos in the online trip album. I must remedy that. Here’s Fire Island 2010.

    I was really looking forward to Fire Island 2011, but the dates happened to fall on a weekend when I’m booked to shoot a beach wedding on the shores of Lake Huron. [Insert hangdog pitiful unhappy face here.]

    I know, “Cry me a river, Gail! You’ll still be on a beach!”

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  8. Alison + Jeff’s Wedding

    July 25, 2011 by Gail

    just married

    just married

    I’ve been an editing machine lately, putting in untold hours in front of my Mac with a large fan blowing beside me so I don’t ferment. And I don’t think anyone’s happier than I am that the temperature dropped today to a level where it doesn’t feel like my computer isn’t going to overheat and blow up.

    Let me show you some of what I’ve been working on, in case that happens…

    There were so many fun moments in Alison and Jeff’s wedding earlier this month that I really did feel like more of a guest than their wedding photographer. Alison was hilarious, but since you weren’t there to witness her speech, I offer you the photo below to give you an idea of her personality:

    when makeup brushes attack

    when makeup brushes attack

    You need humour to get through a wedding, especially your own. Because like all weddings, there will be snags, some bigger than others.

    One unforeseen snag was just reaching the gate of the Kelso Conservation Area in Milton, about an hour outside of Toronto, where the venue (Halton Region Museum) is located. I was the first person in the wedding to arrive, but it took me almost 20 minutes in a very slow-moving line of cars to reach the gate. It looked like a Toronto traffic jam. Isn’t this rural Ontario? Where did all these cars come from? (Toronto–ha!) I began to wonder how many people would be delayed to the wedding, including other vendors.

    wedding time!

    Wedding time!

    It was while waiting to reach the gatekeeper that I realized I’d left my lunch sitting at home. I kicked myself! When I’m photographing a wedding, I burn so much energy I am constantly eating and drinking water. I carry a large water container and pack fruit and granola bars and whatever else I can eat on the fly. Except now I was effectively trapped in a recreation area with no food until the reception and I hadn’t eaten lunch yet. Surely there must be a snack bar or something?

    perfect July attire

    a strapless dress with a train in July is like a heat transfer from top to bottom

    I photographed the dress while waiting for the bridal party to arrive. I wanted to make sure everyone was set up, makeup started, and everything was running on time. This is probably the most stressful time of the day for the bride since she usually ends up overseeing all the details and making decisions while everyone tells her to relax. Keep sharp objects — and grooms — away from brides in crisis mode.

    getting bustled up

    discussing the game plan with her brother, while getting bustled up

    Once the girls started getting ready, I went on a food-finding mission. I’d seen a sign for a concession stand, so I followed my nose down a steep gravel road in search of grub. (That’s grub, not grubs.) Keep in mind that I’m dressed for a wedding and it’s a scorching July day. When I reached the bottom of the road, I instantly regretted leaving my camera behind because I emerged from the trees, laughing — I landed smack-dab in the middle of hundreds of half-naked people at the busiest beach I’ve ever seen in Ontario, wearing a dress and an updo. People stared at me like I was a tourist who lost her way. It was funny to walk past all the beach attire up to the concession stand and order a veggie burger and fries as if I always went to the beach with red lipstick. Doesn’t everyone?

    Alexander Barn

    Alexander Barn

    Alison's mother was also her officiant

    Alison's mother was also her officiant

    freshly minted Mr. and Mrs.

    freshly minted Mr. and Mrs.

    exactly the right moment to stand on a chair

    exactly the right moment to stand on a chair

    Alison and Jeff met playing Ultimate, so it’s no surprise someone brought a frisbee.

    Ultimate wedding

    Ultimate wedding

    Ultimate wedding

    Ultimate wedding

    There are so many great images from this wedding I’m going to let the slideshow do the rest so I can crash…

    Photos are best viewed as a full-screen slideshow or in the smaller slideshow below. Click on it to view the thumbnails:

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  9. Amy Winehouse – Stronger Than Me

    July 24, 2011 by Gail

    I first wrote about Amy Winehouse back in May 2007 after I heard her on CBC. I bought “Back To Black” and listened to it countless times on road trips that summer. This song is from her first album, “Frank”, when she was younger and her voice sounds quite different.

    This song, “Stronger Than Me”, is from when Amy Winehouse was around 19. No beehive hairdo, not a tattoo in sight. She looks healthy. Parts of the video are amusing to me, probably because it reminds me of when I was 18-22: liberal amounts of youthful stupidity. It’s a lifestyle far, far removed from the here-and-now but I still remember it well.

    During this time I lived briefly with drug addicts — in Australia, and in Scotland. It’s because of these experiences that I can never chime in with the internet chorus that’s always ready to condemn and send these people off to their graves. There is no compassion from the smug who can never imagine what it’s like to be addicted, until one day when someone they know — maybe even a relative or a friend — becomes “one of those people”.

    This is not about just another celebrity unable to handle fame, it’s about a young human being losing control but who wasn’t strong enough to get it back. Mocking the weak does nothing for society, it just makes us look like jackals.

    I don’t know how Amy Winehouse died (and might I remind the internet that nobody else knows for sure, either), but people have already assumed it was a drug overdose. Maybe it was suicide. Maybe her heart just stopped.

    The only thing I do know is that there won’t be any more music from her, and that’s everyone’s loss.

    UPDATE: This is the best commentary I’ve read thus far about Amy Winehouse. It’s by Russell Brand: http://www.russellbrand.tv/2011/07/for-amy/

    An excerpt:

    Not all addicts have Amy’s incredible talent. Or Kurt’s or Jimi’s or Janis’s, some people just get the affliction. All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill. We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care.

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  10. Thoughts For Norway

    July 23, 2011 by Gail

    view of Oslo from Holmenkollen

    view of Oslo from Holmenkollen

    I’ve been thinking about Norway since I first heard the news of the bombing yesterday in Oslo, then the shootings at the youth camp in Utoya. I’ve been reading accounts from the youth about their experiences, stories of rescue and terror. I’ve been watching the death toll climb, in horror. It’s difficult to imagine such heinous acts of violence taking place in a country as peaceful as Norway. It’s home to the Nobel Peace prize. The news stories coming out of Norway are usually about their sweep of medals at the Winter Olympics or the Nobel Peace prize, not about bombs or children getting gunned down.

    Vigeland Sculpture Park, Oslo

    Vigeland Sculpture Park, Oslo

    Reading the news updates is both mesmerizing and appalling. I try to read a variety of news outlets to get the full story and avoid the article comments (most of them are baseless rants), but yesterday on the walk home I stopped at a pizza shop to watch the BBC news on TV because I don’t have one at home. At that time some of the major media fingers were pointing towards Islamic terrorist groups, but since then more information has come to light refuting those claims. Homegrown terrorism is no less disturbing, however, it may in fact be even more disturbing.

    Like Canada, Norway is a northern country with a small population and a wealth of nature. It is not a country of conflict or political tension. In my continuing fascination with people of the north (my 2007 birthday trip was to Iceland), it also happens to be the country I chose for my birthday trip in 2008 and thus I have an affection for it. I turned 36 in Oslo. I couchsurfed in Oslo twice, and hired a car with my German friend, Berit, to travel west. If I’d had more time and I was alone, I would’ve driven all the way up to the Arctic Circle. Next time.

    westward-bound in Norway

    westward-bound

    Myrdal, Norway

    Myrdal

    I’m going through my photos again (I’ve only uploaded a small batch from that trip) so I can think of Norway the way I remember it, not the way it looks in the news right now. The country will recover from this senseless tragedy, but for now there are many, many grieving families in Norway and my heart goes out to them.

    Western Norway

    Berit & Justi in western Norway

    Vigeland Sculpture Park

    Vigeland Sculpture Park

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